"I’m an open book" says my friend as we discuss recent events in our lives.
I posted tale #3 last week and I received an interesting comment from lifeseenbyme ; she encouraged me to only share my story with people who earn the right to hear my story. I think she brings up an interesting point: Who are the people in your life who have earned the right to hear your story? At what point in a friendship do you forfeit your rights to confidentiality?
I have a deep admiration for people who are open books. There are people who will share their life story with strangers on the streets. There are those who will confess their deepest secrets in an interview on national television. There are people who will admit an issue on their social media accounts because these people dare to be vulnerable. I always admire those people because their openness is something that I do not have.
I have always been a very private person. I barely share my life with close friends and family members. I am often embarrassed of my experiences and my emotions. There are only a few people who I decide to disclose my story. In order for these people to earn the right to hear my story, I had to see if these people were reliable. I needed to determine if I could count on these people for support and acceptance.
Where is the line between confidentiality and authenticity? If more people were willing to live their lives with openness, would the world be a better place?
Everyone wears some sort of mask throughout our daily lives. So I am asking you, who are those people who you feel comfortable taking off your mask around?